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D: "For Christ sake, Isabelle, it was only a shipping contract!" |
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I: "No, it's not. It's a betrayal of trust. Deceitful." |
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D: "Well, you're a good one to be lecturing anyone about that ..." |
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I: "You're threatened by me. You're worried because you don't know how to handle a woman running your own business." |
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D: "If I was worried about anything it would be about women crewing on ships." |
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I: "I was following your orders!" |
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D: If you'd let the sail down quickly perhaps Mauriri wouldn't be laying there half dead!" |
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I: "If you had done your job properly ... we wouldn't be here at all." |
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David: (to Lt. Morlais) " ... but tell you what ...if you can convince the governor to come to one more dinner we'll call it even ..." Glances at Isabelle who is still looking hurt, " ... and this time set the table for seven." |
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Isabelle's whole face brightens as she and Grief smile at one another. |
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Isabelle tosses an apple at Grief ... Lifts a small knife. |
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I: "David, hold that on your head ..." |
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G: (tossing apple back at her, nervous) "I don't think so." |
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I: "Come on, David, you've seen me throw before ..." Lifts knife menacingly and smiles teasing, "TRUST ME." |
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